Major excitement today… It’s Harry Potter and the Cursed Child day, finally. It’s been a long time coming. It’s been many months since I registered, waited patiently for the chance to be in the ticket ballot, less patiently for ticket release, then blind panic following the announcement that despite taking months to get that far, the opportunity to buy tickets would be awarded in random order from a set “live” time.
With a need to shake the cobwebs we start the day with a long walk through the gardens. I can’t resist revisiting my birdie friends. They’ve drawn quite a crowd, but the birds are not having any of it – wrong treats are on offer, clearly, they are not fans of bread. There’s a lot more birds today. They peer down waiting for a better offer and I’m happy happy to oblige. Almonds flush them out and I’m lucky to have six or so swoop down the to claim their treat.
I’m having my Snow White moment and loving it.
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